Melanie recognized the figure as Fiona, only she’d taken off her dress, had black body paint smeared across her eyes and was growling like some kind...of animal.Melanie felt a cold wave of fear run over her. This is what it felt like to be prey when the predator approaches. She could stand there and Fiona would just make love to her in the sea spray. That wasn’t what Fiona had done for her though.This was her chance to live her fantasy, to be chased hard by a primal huntress. To run for her life,. She wore a knee-length black Lolita skirt with a white frilled waist apron, and a black, lacy bra decorated with white lace and a small white bow between her dainty breasts. Sleek brown hair fell nearly to her waist, and nestled upon her head was a French maid’s cap. To complete the look, she wore white tights and a pair of black kitten heels, a look both somehow demure and slutty all at once. “Ah, Lydia.” The old man passed the leash on to the young woman. “Would you be a dear and prepare. But don't ever cut me off in conversation again. We will in fact be keeping things very strictly professional here, and to make sure, I want to ask you to sign this employment agreement. It's basically the same one we use with all of our employees, but I've added a couple of clauses that (ahem) speak to our prior experience working together, and to our dating history. So take a minute and read through. I'm going to take care of a few details, but please feel free to ask any questions."I studied. ‘Go ahead, Jeff.’ I said. Reubens looked at Orosco, who was his senior officer, and Orosco nodded. ‘Commander… er, Don,’ said Reubens, ‘I’ve been working off-and-on on the case of someone I believe to be a very dirty cop, and possibly worse. I’m talking about Sergeant Sharples on your Force.’ ‘He’s not a Sergeant,’ I said, ‘and we make a point to not give him the pleasure of calling him that. I’m not a bit surprised to hear you say that about him. So I gather he has a history.’ ‘Oh, yes sir.’.